Sunbathed in the dead of winter

Outside the bitter cold, inside it felt like lovemaking in the summer heat with the sunlight shining bright into our eyes.
Taking a breath on his bed, reflected in the mirror across the bed, the sun pours in through the large window on my skin, accentuates the lines of my back, everything so light except the black cuffs on my wrists, and my little exposed triangle. I lie there, and I answer his questions, what do the cuffs do for you, they make me more vulnerable i say.

I saw myself and knew how good I must look at that very moment, how beautiful I was then. But not enough for you.